Are you surprised? You were the one who said you didn't want to know my credentials.
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@captain-yasuhiro
Are you surprised? You were the one who said you didn't want to know my credentials.
What high school activities were you super good at, like on another level good at, in high school?
I was considered to be fairly good at espionage and armed combat, but I wouldn’t go so far as to call myself super high school level at those things.
Of course, I didn’t actually go to high school. By that age I was well into my apprenticeship at NJSDF.
Are you gonna fail Rep & Red? How are they doing on their test?
I don’t know where you are getting this idea from, that there is some kind of ‘test’ that SFB-1 needs to pass. No standard examination of any kind is suited to evaluating an organization’s skills and shortcomings. I will be sending a report to headquarters consisting of my initial observations of the base and its personnel, which I think we can agree is not the same thing.
What's your favorite movie?
I generally try to spend my time on more productive things than television and movies. However, there are one or two that I have enjoyed enough that I might call them my ‘favorites.’
I have a particular fondness for the film Blade Runner.
Arrival and Departure
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Jay rolled his eyes. ”You know, this whole situation is not nearly as exciting as you seem to hope it is, Parker. Though be careful; I asked Nez here as our breaking-out-of-prisons expert. Because of all that experience he has, probably breaking out of the special, high-security ones where they put the Rich-Douche Killers. Beware.”
Augustus’ eye twitched. ”In the alternate universe where you and your little club have finally had a change of heart about breaking him free, I don’t care if you bring daleks to help, but I’m guessing-“
“Nope, no. You’re just getting a visit. I just also plan on having us leave the prison, after the visit. And really, daleks? There are so many better science fiction references you could’ve just made and you chose-“
“I’m guessing that you’re all probably sticking with the self-congratulatory bullshit you’ve all been preaching for the past few years, so how about you just start talking like the adult I hired and take me to do the thing I hired him to do, instead.”
“I’m sorry, ‘talk like an adult?’ You’re the one in mafia cosplay.”
“Oliver. Should I just go, and have my accountant call? Should we maybe think a bit more about whether or not I’ll be setting up that school?”
“Just get in the car.” Jay hissed, throwing up his hands and starting around to the driver’s side.
“You mean my car.” Augustus said with a pretentious smile and dramatic nod. He stepped forward and made a brisk shooing motion at Nezumi, who was in front of the passenger-side door.
For a moment Nezumi stood stiff, staring at the man gesturing at him, then opened the passenger door and leaned in. His hand closed around the strap of his bag, and stepped back. "After you," he said, and watched Augustus eye him suspiciously, before getting in. Shouldering his bag, Nezumi climbed into the back seat.
As the car started up again, he said, "I mostly want to observe the way your operations go, so unless you find yourself in dire need of 'breaking out of prison' skills, I will be happy to leave things in your hands. If Mr. Parker doesn't mind."
Parker glanced at him in the rearview mirror, made a noncommittal noise. "Whatever gets us in fastest," he responded, more to Oliver than to Nezumi. "I have a busy schedule of being philanthropic to see to. Not to mention my son, who is probably missing me terribly."
LOOPER (2012) - dir. Rian Johnson
✔ Cinematographer: Steve Yedlin
Arrival and Departure
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“Ehh, it’s really not that unfortunate.” Jay muttered to the first part, and then smirked, ”I’m gonna take it, then, that this is at least familiar to you in reverse, possibly. That’s interesting. We’ll ideally have to do the whole thing backwards anyway, so at that point I’ll hail to your expertise. You know, as someone who has managed to never get quite that arrested, I don’t really know much about breaking out of actual prisons.”
Jay’d been driving slow up the ramps through the garage, and he went to a crawl when he saw a hunched strip of shadow move, coming forward to alert near the security station. ”I’m guessing that’s him.” He mumbled through his teeth, glaring at the cameras almost directly above the man’s head, bringing the car slowly around and pointedly past him. Augustus Parker stepped forward, out of his corner. Done up in sunglasses, an old hat, and a trenchcoat. As if he was actually actively trying to look as suspicious and illegal as possible, or something. Jay parked at the end of the row, behind a van, where none of them would be visible by the security system Regina had gone over just this morning. The one that had been forwarded to Parker, you know. The one he should be aware of. Jay leant back in the seat, twisting one of his fake fingers around, eyes shut.
He thought for a moment about whether or not this was a set up, and how entirely embarrassing it would be if it was, but it didn’t quite seem possible. This wasn’t just some ‘philanthropic’ rich man, dancing around some facade of goodliness to win their favor and assuage his privileged guilt. This was Augustus Parker. A healthy, well-rounded, comfortingly unpleasant individual. Marge essentially owned him, by this point.
Nezumi watched as the man approached the car, watched as his eyes darted from side to side as he walked. As the two of them got out of the car he went stiff, face going form shifty to angry. "Who is this?" he asked, gesturing at Nezumi without looking at him. "I didn't give you this job so you could bring tourists along with you."
Oliver's description of the man seemed to be fairly accurate, Nezumi noted as he held out a hand. "My name is Yasuhiro Nezumi. I have just transferred here from a similar organization, and Mr. Oliver asked me to come with him tonight."
Parker looked at the proffered hand, then at Nezumi's face, eyebrows pressed together in a jagged V. "I'm sure we can manage to adjust things to include you, can't we, Jay?" At the last part he looked to Oliver once again.
Looper
Director: Rian Johnson
Director of Photography: Steve Yedlin
White Dragon; the coolest hipster sushi bar to go to on a rainy night. (From the neo-noir film, Blade Runner).
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Jay raised his eyebrows at Nezumi in the mirror. ”He funded a program that gives free aide to sex-workers who need some help with reproductive health stuff. We suspect just because he needed to cut off an accidental offshoot of the Parker line down here, but still. That was nice. And by and by it got him associated with us. Since then he’s been building schools and helping fund our projects whenever they appeal to him. His son’s another story - not quite as worth toleration, but it’s the kid’s birthday, and he’s locked up. His dad wants to bring him some cake and hang out.”
They sped up, then, as the Tobit Prison rose up beyond the high-rise. Seemingly no different from any other building - just mostly powder-white stone instead of glass or metal. No electric fences or barbed wire. No visible bars on the windows that gaped wide and fever-bright in a strip down the front. The only thing that made it distinctly different was the emptiness around it. The other buildings were just slightly too far away to be normal. The overpasses snaked around, leaving a great, cowed gap around the poisonous structure. Only one slim trickle of road reached the building, the whole thing lined with the slumped forms of relaxed sentries.
Jay drove past it without slowing, on the second-closest overpass. He didn’t look out the window - even from this distance, false eyes would be watching. Then he ducked the car down into a parking garage intended for the mall down the street.
"Those are good credentials, but the fact that he couldn't manage to keep his son out of prison is unfortunate. Even so, a job of this type seems acceptable." He watched as the brightly-lit building disappeared from view and the car descended into the garage. "I have no moral objection to a break-in of this type, though you should know that I have little experience with breaking into prisons."
It did appear to be a relatively straightforward mission, all things considered. But there was a sense of uncertainty, as well. Any mission that involved working with an untrained third party contained a liability, doubly so when coupled with an untested partner. "Where are we supposed to meet the client?"
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Jay watched SFB-1 disappear in the rear view mirror; a neon blur opening to the soft dark shadows of the four, the dog pacing behind them for a moment before dashing inside.
Beside him, Nezumi was curled against the window. His face was drained and listless, his eyes blank, and his voice, when it had spoken, had been slight and wavering. Slowly, almost indiscernibly his shoulders rose and fell, rose and fell. Jet-lagged-tried-not-ready-to-do-anything breathing.
Jay stared at him in the mirror. Then reached forward and, with an impatient flick, turned on the radio, loud. Sped up. Soared onto another overpass. ”We’re about to meet a guy called Augustus Parker. He doesn’t know you’re coming, so he might make a scene, but he’s harmless. Or, you know, he’s wealthy and Moderate, so he’s not harmless, but he’s generally an alright fella. Plus he’s scared shitless of us, and is really very incredibly noisy about how very much he’s not scared of us. So if he says he’s going to get you executed as a spy he’s actually not even going to try. Tonight, we’ll be breaking him into prison.”
Nezumi sat up straighter, taking a deep breath to steady himself. It was time to focus on the job, even if Oliver claimed it was only a small one. “I assume this Mr. Parker is useful to you somehow? Or does Rep&Red like to help wealthy men break into prisons on a whim?” He hoped the volume of the radio would bleach the annoyance out of his tone; something in the combination of the plane trip and the car ride was making it difficult for him to keep himself in check. Even if it was in response to Oliver’s behavior. Especially since he might have to work with the man for an unspecified amount of time.
“I am sure that if you had any further relevant details you would tell me,” he continued. “And I am sure our client will feel the same.” He glanced over at Oliver, weighed the benefits and drawbacks of taking a stim in front of him. Instead he clenched a fist, digging short-cropped nails into his palm. It would be better to get through the job without any pharmaceutical aid.
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